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letra de a further showing of violence - psycho-frame

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i will f-cking drag (i will drag)
your sh-tty flesh down a jagged slope
tear you to ribbons
and violate your sp-wn
i have become the visage you crave
the name you call upon

without me, you’re all f-cking nothing
metal will churn
and bodies will burn
you will dance for me like mice born of rotting straw
in line through a chainsaw

we are not the same

there’ll be no burial as deep as yours
breaking your jaw once again on the tiled floor
your wrist is sentenced to bleed on my every word
it’s hard to speak with your t–th on the f-cking curb

pack it up, we are thе kings of this sh-t
there’s no saving you, you’ll nevеr f-cking get it

i will f-cking drag your useless corpse of what you were before
straight from h-ll and cease it from becoming what i abhor
do you see h-ll falling out from my lungs?
the chosen one resting on the tip of my tongue?
f-ck
i have become the last (last, last, last)
you
i am the last, last name you call upon

without me, you’re all f-cking nothing
metal will churn
and bodies will burn
you will dance for me like mice born of rotting straw
in line through a chainsaw

you will kneel before me while i line my crown
with the t–th of your perfect gods
another symphony; they all sound the same
and they will all drown in acid rain

you are visited again by the wrath of the frame
a further showing of violence
hoping it drives you all to silence

pack it up, we are the kings of this sh-t
there’s no saving you, you’ll never f-cking get it
i will drag your sh-tty flesh down a jagged f-cking slope
psycho-frame

i have grown to love the taste of gods
i have grown to love the taste of gods

- psycho frame

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